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Feng Xinglang said that she would cooperate with him, and Cong Gang was not surprised.

If it was anyone else who was treated like that by their own father, they would all more or less feel resentful.

Cong Gang stared deeply into Feng Xinglang\'s eyes.

In truth, Feng Xinglang was not ruthless. Compared to the ferocious and vicious Old Poison Fish Hetun, he was just like a small witch meeting a great one.

It could even be said that Feng Xinglang was merciful.

To be merciful to Feng Lixin, to Lan Youyou, to Yan Bang … Towards his own father, Hetun, he would similarly choose to be merciful!

Every time Feng Xinglang got angry, it was only a small matter in Cong Gang\'s eyes. Even if it was against Cong Gang, he would only scold him on flesh and blood.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this kind of loyal affection from Feng Xinglang that he had acquired so many willing followers by his side.

He, Cong Gang, was naturally one of them!

Four eyes met. Cong Gang paused for a good while, then slowly spoke. "Hetun … "After all, your father is more suitable to be in physics, be it from the point of view of ethics, blood, or emotions, or it\'s better if I do it myself!"

"He\'s not mine. Father. Not now, not in the future! It will never be! "

Feng Xinglang\'s gaze turned serious. It was as if he didn\'t like hearing any words related to \'Hetun\'.

He kept rejecting them in such a way.

"What you are saying sounds like a three year old child! The existence of the Hetun s is not something that you can avoid if you want to! "

Cong Gang used the tip of his thumb to wipe off the blood at the corner of his lips, "Feng Xinglang, you\'re actually very kind! Your magnanimity is not something an ordinary person can achieve. Just like me, I can\'t do it! "

"Let me out!"

Feng Xinglang looked coldly at Cong Gang. He really did not want to hear about Cong Gang\'s analysis of his human nature.

It was as if someone was maliciously showing off his weak points in front of others.

"Yes. Tomorrow night, you can leave. to live the life you want to live. "

And then there was the last sentence: I will pave the way for you!

"Do you have a sense of accomplishment in locking me up like an animal?"

Feng Xinglang asked coldly. It was a smile, yet not a smile. It was somewhat bitter, and there was a faint tinge of desolation in his expression.

"Not at all!"

Cong Gang exhaled a breath of foul air, "What you are tired of is your body, what I am tired of is my heart! You should believe that the thing that\'s trapping you is actually my own heart! "

"F * ck you!" Do you think that I will forgive you just because you said a few emotional words? "

Feng Xinglang was once again furious, he pounced and started to slap Cong Gang\'s face, which he loathed. The two of them instantly clashed.

In terms of fighting techniques and actual combat experience, Feng Xinglang was far less sharp than Cong Gang. But Feng Xinglang\'s physique and explosive strength seemed to be above Cong Gang\'s, so under Feng Xinglang\'s sudden sneak attack, Cong Gang did not have any advantages.

Feng Xinglang\'s attacks were very heavy. Not only did Cong Gang have to stop him from killing himself, he also had to consider whether Feng Xinglang would injure him.

Wei Kang felt that if they were to fight with a Boss instead of a Feng Xinglang, their victory would be assured.

However, from the looks of it, he seemed to be at a disadvantage!

Wei Kang frowned: Are you going in or not?

Even if he went in, would he help the BOSS beat Feng Xinglang up, or would he help Feng Xinglang beat his own BOSS up?

This was because Cong Gang had emphasized one sentence more than once: The priority of Feng Xinglang\'s life, will always be in front of him!

Wei Kang felt that even if the Boss wanted to take revenge and capture Feng Xinglang as his bargaining chip, it would be just a formality.

Actually, what Wei Kang was worried about was actually Cong Gang himself.

From the looks of it, Cong Gang was unwilling to kill Feng Xinglang and his son. This also meant that regardless of whether it was his father or his son, Cong Gang could not use these two chips as real chips!

If that was the case, the Hetun would have the upper hand. Adding on his numerous subordinates, in this game, it was not certain who would win.

From the looks of it, Cong Gang did not care about the result! He only cared about the process!

The process of torturing Hetun!

What kind of deep hatred and hatred did the BOSS have towards the Hetun?

It seemed like he could only find out by tomorrow night.

From the start to the end, Cong Gang who had been beaten black and blue by Feng Xinglang, had never once mentioned that he had grasped another bargaining chip from Feng Xinglang\'s son, Feng Linnuo.

Cong Gang felt that if he told Feng Xinglang that he knew, Feng Xinglang would go crazy! If Feng Xinglang went crazy, it meant that he himself would go crazy as well! He was forced to go crazy by Feng Xinglang!

Thus, Cong Gang chose to remain silent.

Xing Er\'s face was gloomy, as he silently listened to Xueluo\'s description of Cong Gang\'s appearance.

Although it was slightly different from the person in his heart, he was still certain that Cong Gang was Songtai.

A person\'s appearance could be adjusted, but a person\'s size, outline, and habits were difficult to change.

Xing Er thought that Songtai, who was also known as Cong Gang, had long been smashed into pieces and turned into ashes during his revenge ten years ago. He never thought that he would actually still be alive.

The ten years of lying low on the bed to test his courage had caused him to make a comeback once again.

This time, he didn\'t go head to head with his life on the line. Instead, he chose to use wits.

Furthermore, Cong Gang also had the two bargaining chips, Feng Xinglang and his son.

"In the past, I should have cut the grass at its roots!" Hetun sighed, "To be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself!"

Xueluo was severely startled: So this Cong Gang has already had a deep grudge with the Hetun!

And it was no wonder that Cong Gang knew the way the Hetun conducted things like the back of his hand!

"Father, Xing Lang and Fifteen should be safe before Songtai notifies you."

Xing Er was worried about the Hetun.

It was only then that Xueluo discovered that the white hair of the Hetun had increased by a lot in the last ten days. Maybe she could show it to her husband and children, but Hetun had hidden most of her emotions deep inside her heart.

"Second brother, it\'s been hard on you to make a trip: Fifteen said that he had been to Songtai\'s Ghost Hut; Shen City is not considered big, and there aren\'t many like the Ghost Hut described by Fifteen! I think it was only half an hour or more. You are the person who is most familiar with Songtai, and if you bring someone to look for him, I think they will find you. "

"This is what I should do. I was too careless... They actually thought that Songtai had died! "

Hetun waved his hand, looking very tired.

"Let\'s not talk about the past!"

After Xing Er and the others left the Shallow Water Bay, Xueluo carefully asked Xing Shi\'er:

"Twelve, do you know of any deep grudge your foster father has with that Cong Gang?"